I got lost this morning coming to prayer. Instead of starting with my usual opening prayers to “come into the presence of God,” a rather circumlocutious way of saying that I remind myself that God, always and everywhere, not only surrounds me but is in me, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, and I just “lose track” of them, though how one can lose track of God is a conundrum for the ages. Rather, I so concentrate on the trees of my reality, that I loose sight and the perspective of the forest of God’s abiding presence in creation, in heaven, on earth and in me. Thus, when I don’t pull myself back and refocus on Him, I get tied up in knots and must pray to and rely on Mary, Undoer of Knots, a favorite of Pope Francis, to rescue me.
This morning was a whopper. Instead of coming into God’s presence, I dove into what “glory” means, and
- looked up the etymology,
- the Google search for its occurrence in Scripture,
- the Vatican’s concordance listing of the 555 occurrences in the NAB,
- the Blue Letter Bible Strong’s Hebrew Listing for one occurrence,
- a Google search for “Hebrew words for glory in the Hebrew Scriptures” which turned up 1,060,000 results of which
- one source listed nine different words which are used to denote the various connotations of glory,
- not to mention the excursion into my new research toy, Verbum, in which I got lost between the Catholic Biblical Dictionary and the search for the Hebrew Scriptures and had to reboot the computer…
Poor God, You got lost in all my falderal and I occluded the Hafiz hole in a flute that Your breath moves through, and was only listening to myself, a dreary, repetitive and unfulfilling tune at best. I need to be reminded that I am not doing a thesis, an article, a term paper, or even an assignment. I am suppose to be reflectively praying. Please save me from my perfectionism, my impulsiveness and my hubris. Help me to pray as You taught, without a lot of words and even, occasionally, just to be still and know that You are God. Amen. Alleluia!!!